I'm not young any more,
I don't smoke near monuments
As though I've just left school -
A world devoid of rules
Full of teenagers
Angling for meaning
And sneering at thirty-plus fools
Hunched over, shirts out of jeans
In the rain, racing to B&Q
For masking tape and a plane
They need to patch up the
Relationship they spent the past
Ten years taking apart,
Then smooth the edges of.
I'm not young any more
I don't spend my days
Looking disenfranchised
Smoking my daydreams on a bus.
Perhaps I should.
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